I started my single mom journey thinking I had to be everything to my boys, but now I know it's not true, or even possible. And it's not even necessary. Of all the things I can't do, or do well enough, I've been lucky to find others who will enrich my boys' lives and pick up the slack.

I'm a single mom, and I live with my two boys, ages five and seven, all by myself. I've become adept at managing the day-to-day routine alone. In fact, the idea of asking for help at this point is almost embarrassing. To me, relying on someone, asking for help, means I'm weak and needy.

With the holiday season come lots of fun events. It's a time of year to get together with friends we might not see that often, for some laughs and yummy treats. But with the many invitations comes the usual question: What on earth will I wear?

I'm truly astonished by how uptight the American media are around sex. Call me naïve or ill-informed if you want, but I really thought Americans were more open than Canadians. Yet my book and movie journey have surprisingly revealed quite the opposite.

Somewhere during the course of my post-divorce singlehood, my "value hierarchy" changed -- and "serious relationship" was no longer at the top of my list as it had been while married. All that independence, and self-care and personal success I'd cultivated since divorcing felt threatened.

What if having sex with someone other than your partner isn't just a 'lifestyle' choice? What if our culture has simply indoctrinated us with beliefs around love, commitment, attraction and sex that end up emotionally terrorizing us unnecessarily at some point, or all throughout, our lives?